Afraid to fight?
Xiao Zheng's face showed utter disdain.
Now, let alone the black-haired young man, not even Zhu Chanji would dare to utter a word about having a match with Xiao Zheng.
"Fight?" Xiao Zheng watched the black-haired young man with a dismissive expression, "I will not fight you because you are not qualified to battle me."
As the mighty Evil God, he couldn't possibly accept every challenge that came his way, otherwise wouldn't he be overwhelmed with busyness?
Moreover, here it might still be a question, but abroad, people like the black-haired young man simply wouldn't qualify to stand before him, let alone challenge him.
Zhu Chanji, standing to the side, did not say anything else and merely smiled silently. His earlier reprimand of the black-haired young man was just a façade; after all, as the boss here, he had to keep his underlings in check.
